(English text below) Un temporale invernale, un pomeriggio di febbraio. Pioggia debole all'inizio, più forte dopo, milioni di gocce scompigliate da un vento impetuoso. Tutto è deserto. Come un fulmine a ciel sereno, la tempesta ha rovesciato il contenitore delle schedine del Lotto fuori dal chiosco alla fermata del tram. Dapprima le schedine volano per … Continue reading stormy weather on a sunday afternoon →

I remember I didn't know what to expect, nor when. I always felt a step behind and inappropriately inappropriate, like your mind was racing ten thousand times faster than mine, and in all possible directions, even those I'd never seen or thought of. Thinking back, I'm amazed that I even got to catch up with … Continue reading inafferrabile →

you'd lie awake in your bed at 4am night after night sleeping a tormented sleep filled with repetitive dreams, a tiring dance for the mind where you'd play the same thoughts all over again, the same words, the same faces afraid to forget afraid of not being able to remember why you are doing any … Continue reading restless →

I have dreamt of a word that does not exist, like heimdimension a word that is a patchwork of different languages, different feelings, and the lack of clarity of mind. Still, I forgot, and I wish I hadn't. The word starts with "f", there's a "b" somewhere along the way, and it probably ends with "n". … Continue reading the word →

I want to draw a line of consciousness and the absence of it. I want to use a pencil, as it can be erased an infinite amount of times. I want to assume that one never actually stops drawing, but that sometimes the line gets thicker or lighter, that maybe there's an "eraser effect" to … Continue reading (s)ketch-up line →

Today, as I realise that we have, finally, after weeks of greyness and haze in the distant landscape, a clear sky, I am reminded of where I come from. From the spot I usually sit at in the library I can see the Alps beautifully stretching out from east to west, and I would look … Continue reading the other side →

I remember the time I moved to the city I still live in, five and a half years ago. I had driven all the way up there with my mom, in a car packed with everything I had in my room. I had so many things that I wanted to take with me that we … Continue reading far from home →

Usually, travelling did me good. I'd feel such a wave of enthusiasm at the thought of the possibilities I had ahead of me that it almost overwhelmed me. I'd love just thinking about the feeling of walking on that subtle line between known and unknown, and the bliss of feeling even the slightest connection with … Continue reading travelling →

(english in between) Era più o meno adesso, ma l'anno scorso. Sedevamo l'uno di fronte all'altra al tavolo della cucina, in mezzo alle voci degli altri. E in mezzo agli altri avevamo reclamato un pezzetto di casa, una piccola bolla di sincerità. Come un libro aperto, raccontavi di quello che ti succedeva con una naturalezza … Continue reading things we don’t talk about →

I'm having a hard time remembering things, lately. I'd forget something I asked about just a couple of minutes before, and I'd find myself turning my memories upside down looking for the piece of information I was just given, just to go against this wave of forgetfulness, to avoid feeling like I'm disconnecting form the … Continue reading remember? →